Around 2 PM I stepped away from my cubicle to make some copies, and when I got back I found a memo taped to my desktop computer. I was only gone for about five minutes, so I thought I must have just missed the messenger. Peeling it off my screen I took a look at the terse memo.

"Go stand on your X outside"

I adjusted my glasses to make sure I read that right. Go stand on my X? What did that even mean? I looked around at the rest of the office to see if anyone was looking for me but I didn't see anyone in particular. Everyone was just going about their business, making calls on the phones, typing, the usual. I took another look at the memo and the handwriting looked like The Boss. I nervously smoothed my red tie against my shirt as I contemplated the memo. If the boss gave this out I couldn't mess up whatever he had planned for me. The only thing is I had no idea what this could even refer to! I wouldn't dare disturb him and ask any stupid questions, that would only make him angry

Checking my watch I figured I should maybe start looking for that X before I lose too much time. I take my suit jacket off my chair and put it on, snapping the double-breasted buttons closed. The new suit was quickly becoming a favorite of mine, with a deep olive color, broad shoulders, and a roomy pair of pleated trousers. I wore them with my trusty black loafers that I spent last night shining up a bit. This new corporate job meant that I was able to spend a bit more money, and aside from the essentials I'd been treating myself to a small assortment of new suits. Aside from the fact that the boss has a strict office dress code, I've always wanted to wear professional and fashionable suits, so spending money on them didn't bug me.

It's only my second day, and I've felt bewildered after the disaster that was my first day. I was so humiliated by how I made a fool of myself, but the boss was not so heartless as to fire me. Still, he expects the world from every single man in the office, and I can't help but feel singled out by him. Especially now that he has me running some mysterious errand, one he didn't even give me in person! He's ridiculously demanding, and even a little cruel, but I can't help but try and do my best to please him in whatever way I can. So, if his next demand is to send me on a scavenger hunt for an X I can't help but put my all into it.

I try to keep a brisk pace as I casually look around. I don't want to draw too much attention to myself, I've already been turned into a bit of a target by the rest of the office. The other men here can be cutthroat in their climb up the corporate ladder, and I've already seen the pecking order that this office has set up. Unfortunately, newbie hires like me are smack dab at the bottom.

I continue to prowl the office floor looking for clues. As I spy around inconspicuously, I notice something odd. I see Camron, one of my senior co-workers, carrying some sort of bucket. The way he's carrying it tells me that it's filled with something, but I can't tell what. It seems so out-of-place too, like something you would see at a construction site, not an office.

"Hey, Danny! Where are ya off to?" I jolt upright and quickly turn around to face my two other senior coworkers, Gio and Bryce. Gio casually leans over on his cubicle as he addresses me, hand in his pocket and his jacket open, showing off his suspenders. He has a sly grin and his wavy dark hair greased back into a proud bouffant. He's backed up by Bryce, his pot belly and rear end taking up his big black suit. His grin is just as smarmy as Gio's, coming out from behind his dark beard. "Looks like you're in a hurry." Gio says. "If you're on your way to the bathroom you might make it this time!" That got a laugh out of Bryce.I blush at his backhanded insult. I push my glasses up and go along with the joke, laughing nervously.

"I'm sure nothing like that would ever happen again." I assure them. I'd rather not spend too much time with these lot right now. They remind me of the bullies from highschool that would shove me in my locker or whip me with towels in the lockeroom. Still I couldn't help but admire them a little. They were handsome, successful, wore great suits, and could probably get any woman they want. I hope that as I continue to climb the corporate ladder I could be a bit more like thembut not as obnoxious or mean.

"Whats that ya got there?" I realize Gio's talking about the memo, but before I try to hide it he snatches it out of my hands.

"Hey, give that back!" I try to reach out for it but he holds it out of my grasp. I try again but let out a disappointed huff as he smirks at his victory. He takes a cursory look at the note then flicks it back at me when he's done. I catch it just before it hits the ground and look back up at the two jerks.

"Simmer down kid!" Bryce interjects. "We're just playin' around." He puts his hands in his pockets and sticks his belly out at me. I try to relax and mutter "Rightright" with a weak smile. I'd rather not start any confrontations with any of my seniors, who knows how they might make my life here miserable if I make them my enemy.

"Ya know, if you're lookin' for an X, some idiot painted some red Xs out back. Saw them when I was on my smoke break." Gio points his thumb towards the of the back of the building "I saw Jonny lookin' for them too. I think he's out there now."

"Jonny?" He was one of the new hires that started with me yesterday. Did the boss have a task for him too? It's a bit strange, but I feel a little less stressed out knowing I'm not the only one getting called by The Boss. I think about it a little bit before stuffing the memo in my jacket. "Uh, thanks for letting me know." I take my leave of the two, hearing them laugh about something as I make for the elevator, the sooner I get away from them the better. I press the button to call the lift up and quickly get in.

"Hold on!" A hand grabs onto one of the doors and stops it from closing. I see Matt pull himself into the elevator's doorframe, getting in just in time. "Oh, hey Daniel." He smiles at me as he moves to my side. "Going down?"
"Yeah. First floor." he nods as I press the button to go down. We stand awkwardly for a bit as the doors close. Matt looks great today, wearing a deep navy suit that drapes over his broad shoulders. Underneath he has a light blue shirt and a red and gold tie. He has a welcoming face that has a youthful sort of glow that goes with his short blond crew cut. I look down at his neat pleated trousers that lead into a full break at his shoes. He's wearing a pair of black tassel loafers, and I peek a glimpse of his black socks near the lip of the shoe.

"I like your shoes." I compliment absentmindedly. I blush a little bit at my stupid small talk, but Matt chuckles a bit as he looks down and tips his one shoe back on its heel to show it off.
"Ah, thanks. A favorite pair of mine. You look good too." He says returning the compliment, looking me up and down. "Love the suit." I blush a little harder as I smile and push my glasses up.

"Oh, thanks! It's new." I tug on my lapels lightly as I show off a bit too. We both laugh a bit at our preening. It feels nice to get complimented on how I look, perhaps because I've gotten used to most of the execs here picking on me since I started. We both started yesterday, and Matt was nice enough to me then. It was a bit of a surprise, usually tall and strong guys like him tend to look down on me and shove me around, but he seems a bit different. Hopefully, we could get to know each other more, it would be nice having a friend like him around.

"So where are you off to? Going on your break?" He asks.

"Oh, not yet. I got a memo from the boss, it was kinda weird" I pull out the note with my instructions.

"You too?" He says. He pulls out a near-identical memo to show me.

"Oh, so he asked for you too?" I looked at his note with curiosity. "I heard Jonny got one too."

"He did? I guess the boss has a job for just us new hires then" He tucks the note back into his suit jacket and I do the same. "He's a pretty intimidating guy, I didn't want to go bugging him while he was busy. Still, I can't imagine what we're supposed to accomplish with this."

"Maybe it's some sort of trust exercise?" I suggest. It's the only plausible reason I could imagine. I've known the boss for a few years now, but I never really knew how he runs his company. He's a bit theatrical, so I wouldn't put it past him.

"I just hope we aren't pulled away for too long." Matt checks his watch with a bit of a frown. "I have a few things I need to finish up before the end of the day." I couldn't agree more. We've only just started here, I'd hate to be behind on work before we even really have a spot at this company.

My train of thought is interrupted by the "ding!" from the elevator. The doors to the ground floor open and Matt walks out first, with me following behind him. We make our way through the lobby and out the front doors and start heading to the backside of the building.

As we walk along the cement ground, we eventually catch sight of Johnny. He's standing with his hands in his pockets, awkwardly waiting. He has a charcoal gray double-breasted suit with a dark blue shirt and a bright yellow tie. He looks down every once and a while at his shiny black dress shoes, and the bright red X he's standing on. I notice that next to him there are two other red Xs spaced out, ours most likely. He looks up at us once he hears us get close.

"Oh, hey you two." He regards us cooly. Jonny seems like a shy kind of guy, but also a bit uppity. He's a shorter scrawny guy, and fresh out of college just like me. Rumor has it that the only reason he got hired was that his dad pulled some strings to get him into the company. "I guess you guys also got the memo?"

"Yeah." I take a look at the X on the ground. It looks like it was made using some kind of spray paint. Not sure of what else to do I just walk on over and stand on the X. Matt does the same, and soon enough we all managed to do as we were told. "So what now?" I ask.

Matt shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets. "This seems kinda stupid," Johnny says. "I mean, I'm still getting paid for this, sure but.."

"I'm sure The Boss knows what he's doing." I assure him. I almost believe what I say, but it still feels weird. We all just sort of stare off at the wooded area ahead of us while we wait for some sort of signal or instruction. I'm thinking maybe The Boss or his assistant might come out and tell us what to do...Anything. But we mostly just continue to stand around for a few minutes.

After a little while I start to get worried. I thought maybe we all made some sort of mistake? I don't really know how that could have happened, it's not like there would be an X anywhere else around here. The whole situation started to feel a little bit strange to me.

Plop!

For a split second I thought I saw something blur past my vision, and I feel a tap on my feet. I look down and see a big, splattered blob of yellowish muck on my loafer and pant cuffs. What is that stuff? It clings to my wool pants and slides slowly off my shoe, slipping inside and seeping into my socks. I feel an odd twinge of pleasure, but I almost immediately come to my senses and get concerned about my shoes getting dirty.

Plop! Plop, plop!

"Huh?" Matt looks at his shoulder and tries to examine a blob that was splattered on his navy suit. Another blob shows up on his shoe and pant cuffs, the same kind of substance that is on me. Johnny is also a bit bewildered and trying to find out how a blob got on him too. We all look around for a source, trying not to get too freaked out over the small stains on our suits. I don't see anything around us, so the only other direction I think to look is up.

When I do, my vision goes black as I feel something fall onto me. A lukewarm substance envelops me, jolting me as covers my head. In my shock I don't even register that I should move out of the way or run, and I just stand there as more and more muck falls onto me. I feel as if my suit is getting 10 pounds heavier as the slime is seeped into the wool, and what isnt absorbed moves down over my shoulders, sleeves, down my chest and over my lapels. My shirt and tie get plastered by the substance and it slides down underneath my jacket, coating the lining. The slime going over my jacket makes its way down over the front of my pants, while the muck going under my jackets slips down over my fly and over my crotch, and I even feel some slime move into my pants and fill up my boxers. Some even gets into my shoes and I feel my socks saturate with the gunk.

The force of the impact almost knocks my glasses off. With shaking hands I try to re-adjust them, wiping what I could off the lenses. I look around at the carnage, and I see that Matt and Johnny fared no better than me. Both of them hunch over slightly, speechless with looks of shock and horror on their slime-covered faces. Matt's navy suit has been turned yellow-green as the slick substance has completely overtaken his tall frame. His shoulderpands droop a little bit from the wet substance that has formed goopy mounds on his broad shoulders. Johnny is shaking as everying settles over him. His double-breasted suit is covered, rivers of the gunk streaming off it. Blobs of gunk plop into the puddle that has formed under us. I pit up a little bit of the slime that got in my mouth, a pudding-like substance with a bland taste. I finally remember to breath, and after taking a ragged breath I can hear a rancorous laughter coming from above us.

Bryce, Gio, and a few others look down from the windows above, laughing as they hold the buckets I saw earlier. They laugh and some even take a few pictures, and it's then that everything starts to cick for me. They all set us up, and poured that slime onto us. A powerful rush of humiliation wells up within me, and if my face wasn't covered in slime they would see my face turn beet-red. I try to say something, anything, but my throat feels like its in knots, and all I let out is a choking cry. Matt stares dumbfounded at the scene, trying to keep his cool as he breaths heavy. Johnny sputters and whips his arms up and down, trying to get the muck off him in a tantrum.

My first instinct is to run, get out of sight as soon as possible. I turn to do so but I slip on the slime and land on my ass. I hear a resounding tearing sound as I feel the seat of my trousers rip open, exposing my polka-dot boxers. I hear another camera flash before I try to pull myself up, but I just slip face-forward this time into the pool of pudding. I feel Matt try and pull me up. Our bodies briefly press into each-other as I get up, pressing slime deeper into our suits.

As I try to regain some semblance of composure, I start to take in everything. Once I do I realize how much pressure has built up in my crotch. Oh god, I was so hard! I don't know why, this was probably one of the most humiliating things that could ever happen to me. Not only that, but my suit has been completely ruined. But the feeling of the slime all over me, over this nice and professional suit I liked so much, god it was driving me crazy! Seeing Johnny stomp around in anger, waving his arms around and telling our co-workers how "my father will hear about this!" in his broken and cracked voice, looking just as ruined and foolish as me was almost making me double over in pleasure. And then I look up at Matt's slime-covered face, gunk clinging to his shirt collar and tie. As he holds onto me I realize he's looking down at my crotch, and the soaked tent that has formed in them. When I look down at it I glace at his crotch and think I see a similar bulge pressing against the fabric of his wet pants. I look at at Johnny and see him holding down the hem of his jacket over his own hard-on as he continues to cry and scream at out co-workers.

It's at this moment I almost double-over as I start jetting cum into my pants. I stifle a moan as I push Matt away from me and try to trudge from the scene, bracing myself against the wall as I continue to finish in my trousers. I bite my lip and shut my eyes, my cum mixing with the slime in my pants. I gasp for air and pull myself upright once my orgasm is done, and then I start walking away.

"D-Dainiel! Wait!" Matt calls after me me and I hear his footsteps slapping against the pudding on the ground as he follows me. Johnny, seeing he's only making a fool of himself, follows after me too, sniffling and blubbering as he paws his erection a bit. As we walk away I notice he stops for a minute, finishing like I did I imagine, before continuing on with us. I think I hear Matt grunt a little bit while we walk, and wonder if he let loose too.

We all walk in shame towards the building entrance, out shoes squelshing as we leave a trail of slime behind us. When we reach the entrance a security guard looks at us with a bit of shock before holing out a gloved hand at us. "Uh I-I'm sorry but I don't think we can let you in like that"

"B-b-b-but w-we got pranked! B-by those jerks!" Johnny cries. "I-it's not our fault!"

"We still have work to do! And our stuff is up there!" I plead "If you could just get The Boss we-"

"Get me for what exactly?"

I feel a jolt in my spine as I stand upright and turn around. The Boss, Mr. Biggs, has just gotten out of his car. Flanked by his personal assistant, he looks at our sorry sight with a slight sneer that peeks through his moustache. He keeps a slight distance from us, sure to not get our filth on his impeccable pinstripe suit. "Just what is going on here?" he demands.

"S-sir! Y-you see, we uh-" I stammer, trying not to think about how he probably saw my underwear through the tear in my pants. "We were just following your orders! We got your memo and-"
"What memo?"

I choke on my words a bit and pull out the memo, now damp and just a little covered in slime. "I uh, I got this about ten minutes ago" The Boss takes a look as I hold it out to him. He scoffs.
"I didn't write that. Doesn't even look like my handwriting." He glares at us. "And even if it was, I was at a meeting across town. Did you not notice your own boss being out of the office?" I was too stunned to reply. Matt and Johnny were speechless too. He keeps a hard look at us for a bit, but gives me a slightly softer gaze as he sighs a bit. "It seems the pranking traditions at this office are still going strong. I'll be sure to talk to our team to make sure we don't lose productivity in the future."

He turns to his assistant. "Milo, take them around back and hose them off. We can't be having a mess at my office." Milo responds with a "yes, sir" as The Boss makes his way into the lobby. "Once you dry off, get back to work."

"Yyes sir" I respond. I realize I'm hard again after having him see me in such a sorry state. The doors to the office close behind him and Milo looks at us sympathetically.

"We should have a hose around back. I'll go get it ready." Milo moves to the back, gingerly stepping around any muck we trailed in. Part of me was almost hoping he would slip and land in the muck, ruining his suit too. Matt and Johnny protest a bit about being hosed down, but they probably both realize there's no better option.

In a shameful display of obedience we squelch our way to the back and let Milo blast us down with water. I can hear some of the men upstairs laughing at us, and a few more camera flashes, but I don't care anymore really. It can't get much worse. All of us turn around and lets the hose spray away any slime left on us, until we are left soaked and washed. Milo leaves us to dry in the warm sunlight as the stench of wet wool fills our noses. As we dry a crackled film of whatever wasn't washed out dries over our suits. Johnny keeps sniffling about his ruined suit as I just look ahead blankly, still hard.

"Are you ok?" Matt says sympathetically. The fabric of his suit was matted and floppy, and his shirt and tie were tinged yellow from the pudding.

"Huh?" I respond absentmindedly. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Didn't like this suit much anyway"